Dear Kerr,
I think about writing you a lot. I sometimes talk it out in my head, but putting the digital pen to paper feels harder than it used to. And right now, I wonder so many things… can you really see this life? And if so, do you have any ability to puppeteer it, per se? I imagine, no. But if you can see it all, then can you see the good and the bad? That has to be hard to see the good and not be able to celebrate, but also just as hard to see the bad and not be able to help.
I feel blah. I hate when I’m blah. It’s a hard thing to shake. The grey cloud that hovers … and you know the only clouds I like are the big bright white puffy ones. Sometimes finding the joy through that cloud seems nearly impossible. But I keep going. It’ll shine. It has to.
Tomorrow is my birthday, but you know that. We’d have lunch. Where would we go? Here’s the thing, I could use some of that bright light to shine through. If you can send me a sign (and maybe make it a birthday gift :-) Just let me know you’re there. That it’ll all be okay.
I love you.
I miss you.
Hug Simy for me.
X
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